Spear Teacher

This little episode didn't last long.

Mr. Casseille on the stage had just finished introducing the bottle of Romanee-Conti from 1945 in the display case.

After he announced the start of the auction, someone in the audience quickly raised a sign:

"20,000!"

For a bottle of red wine without a reserve price, the first starting price was five figures.

Before Jiang Qiyu had time to squint her eyes and take a closer look at the red wine bottle on the stand, the starting price that sounded quite generous was broken:

"30,000!"

"35,000!"

"..."

"88,000!"

Listening to the constant bidding around her, she silently put away her thoughts of "I'm here now" and "I have a little money".

Wow, it's just a bottle of wine, and the price is close to 100,000 yuan?

Although she has a little money, it's all hard-earned money earned from the young master with hard work and dedication.

It is the guarantee of her future life, so she can't spend it carelessly.

"......"

Qi Yu, who was standing by, saw her eagerness, and leaned slightly to the side and whispered:

"Do you want it?"

"I..."

However, just as she opened her mouth, before she could say anything, the man in front of her, who was born in the Year of the Dog, raised his number plate instantly as if he had received some instructions:

"90,000!"

After the main hammer above announced that the bid was valid, He Hao slowly put down the plate in his hand and said meaningfully:

"This level of red wine is a real waste for some women who use any means to get to the top."

"......"

Seeing that this dog-licking gentleman was endless Jiang Qiyu paused for a moment, then turned to look at Qi Yu, and said with a smile instead of anger:

"I wasn't interested at first, but I suddenly want it."

"Yeah."

Qi Yu's eyes flickered slightly, but his voice became softer and lower:

"Buy it if you want it."

After the words fell, he held the number plate at hand with his slender fingers and slowly raised it, and the understated voice spread in the quiet venue:

"100,000."

How could He Hao, who had just made a harsh remark, allow himself to be slapped in the face? He immediately followed up without hesitation:

"110,000!"

Those who wanted to raise the price in the venue couldn't help but look back with a little surprise.

Although this bottle of Romanee-Conti from 1945 is precious, its collection value is only around 120,000-130,000.

Once the bid exceeds 100,000, everyone will tacitly lower the bid each time, from a few thousand to even a few hundred.

Who would be stupid enough to give money to others for nothing if they can buy the collection at the most suitable price?

But these two people, one directly raised the bid from 88,000 to 100,000, and the other did not even knock the hammer, but directly bid 110,000.

Most of the people present were shrewd, and many people could tell at a glance that the two people who raised the bid must have had some grudges.

Others were naturally happy to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the tigers, so they put down their number plates and were not in a hurry to raise the price for the time being.

Facing He Hao's bidding method that was almost openly against him, Qi Yu just raised his eyes and glanced at the stage lightly.

When the first hammer of 110,000 fell, he slowly raised the number plate:

"130,000."

"......"

This time he raised the price by 20,000 at a time, and the price instantly reached the maximum value of this bottle of Romanee-Conti.

Many collectors who were interested in this wine shook their heads slowly when they saw this, and gave up the auction directly.

It's not that they can't afford to raise the price, but there is no need to spend more than the value of the item itself.

They are rich people, not suckers.

He Hao didn't know much about red wine, so he naturally didn't know how much this bottle of wine was worth.

Seeing Qi Yu directly raising the price by 20,000 with a condescending attitude, he didn't hesitate, raised the plate directly, and shouted loudly:

"170,000!"

Hundreds of thousands or tens of thousands are nothing to He Hao. He just wants to make Qi Yu and that woman unhappy.

When he said this, everyone present was even more surprised.

Young Master Qi raised the price by 20,000 yuan in one go, but how come the son of the He family went crazy and raised the price by 40,000 yuan? !

It seems that these two people have some grudges and are arguing here today.

Facing He Hao's provocation of doubling the price, Qi Yu remained unmoved and raised the sign again when the first hammer sounded at 170,000 yuan:

"200,000."

Of course, He Hao would not give up. As long as the price did not exceed one million yuan, it would not matter to him:

"250,000!"

Another price of 50,000 yuan!

Qi Yu only raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he saw this, and then thought of something and winked at the people around himeyes.

Jiang Qiyu immediately received his signal, pouted her lips and leaned close to the man's ear and said:

"Brother Qi Yu... shall we add more?"

"Of course."

Qi Yu's voice was neither loud nor soft, like coaxing his lover, and also like a warning to some people:

"As long as it is something I want, no one can take it away."

After speaking, after the second hammer of the sky-high price of 250,000, he raised the number plate:

"300,000."

"Humph, you are full of words..."

He Hao said sarcastically without turning his head: "Five With the increase of 10,000 and 50,000, is Qi's cash flow trapped? "

After saying that, as if to deliberately humiliate, he directly raised the sign:

"400,000!"

Jiang Qiyu's eyes were excited, and he continued to add fuel to the fire:

"Brother Qi Yu, listen to what some people say..."

Qi Yu pursed his lips and swallowed the words "Brother Qi Yu". His eyes were obviously smiling, but his tone gradually became gloomy:

"It's just a small boss who runs a restaurant, but he really thinks he is a rich family."

Looking at He Hao's suddenly stiff back, he continued to raise the sign.

And this time, it was:

"600,000."

He has known He Hao for a long time, and he knew that this person has a strong self-esteem and is extremely inferior.

The He family started with catering. Even if it is now the national leader, the juniors in the upper class who have been accustomed to flattering the powerful and stepping on the weak since childhood will look down on him in their hearts.

Qi Yu didn't think there was any distinction between high and low in the industry, but He Hao himself cared a lot.

Especially coming from the mouth of this "rival in love" who had completely crushed him since childhood, it could almost be called the most embarrassing ridicule for He Hao.

He was immediately broken.

The dark side of his heart was suddenly aroused, and coupled with the incident with Meng Wanyu, He Hao's fists creaked.

"......"

"Brother!"

Just as he was about to raise the sign, he was suddenly held down by the people around him.

He Chuyang looked at the completely enraged He Hao. Although his expression was worried, there was no emotion in his slightly drooping eyes.

He said in an urgent tone: "Brother, be rational, father-"

"Don't always use father to pressure me!"

But his resistance seemed to increase the counter-effect. He Hao shook off his hand out of control and warned fiercely:

"You are just the son of a mistress. Who do you think you are? How dare you control me?!"

After scolding He Chuyang, he stood up in the eyes of the people who were either surprised or puzzled, and raised the number plate in his hand:

"I'll give one million!"

"Pa, pa, pa..."

As soon as He Hao finished speaking, he heard a burst of applause from behind.

And the ridicule that almost made him black out.

Qi Yu slightly turned sideways and said to Jiang Qiyu, who was gloating and laughing with his mouth covered, in a voice that could be heard by the whole venue at this time:

"Let's make a bet."

"What?"

"I guess he doesn't know that the settlement currency of today's auction... is the euro."